Booked from Thyferra

[Slamdingo]

Xozhixi Spaceport, Thyferra
1145 hours, local time

A wise man once said that you don't breath the air on Thyferra, you drink it. Essja realized more and more with each passing hour how true that was.

He was sweating underneath his armor as he made his way down the sidewalk, looking to storefront windows to see if he was being tailed, and occasionally glancing over his shoulder randomly to double-check. Of course nobody stood out among the local Vratix and humans who filled the streets and sidewalks, bustling about on their daily lives, and paying Essja no mind. He and those like him came and went all the time and one mercenary or bounty hunter was no different from the next to most of this people. He didn't even see a head turn his way as he dipped into an alley to slip free of the crowd and head for the pre-planned meeting point. Another quick glance as he neared the back lot confirmed he was fine and he slipped through the partly ajar gate of the fence lined with metal panels for privacy.

The speeder was a rental under a false name. It was an old thing that was beaten to hell by the last fifty million people who'd put down their credits to use it to zoom around the city, but so far it had started every time Essja had keyed the engine, and the AC was powerful enough to give him goosebumps when he wore short-sleeves so it was just fine to him. In the trunk was a collection of bags: three in total. One was the rest of his personal equipment, besides the armor he now wore and the blaster at his hip, and the other two were a backpack and duffel bag. Like any good bounty hunter, Essja knew that sometimes the best way to deal with a target was with inordinate amounts of . . . ordinance. So along with some spare cans of Firespray and extra ammo for his carbine and blaster, he carried multiple packs of Czerka-branded high explosives. The malleable stuff that you could pack into the cracks of a wall to make a shaped charge with plenty of bang. For a bounty that might be harder to take down than most.

It was surprisingly legal to acquire that sort of stuff, even in Republic territory. The allowances they made for a profession was astounding.

Those two bags and his personal were retrieved and he set about equipping himself with his ammo, carbine, grenades, and other gear.

And with that done? He pulled open the gate to the lot, slipped into the speeder, and started it running. Merging into traffic was an uneventful affair even for the time of day and he found that going towards the spaceport found him going with the flow of traffic. Of course after an hour of dealing with traffic he had the actual hassle of finding a spot somewhere not too far from the port before he was able to touch down. It was in the rental return lot, no less - where the rental agency agreed they'd send someone to puck it up later that day for him to return it. He gathered his things, lit a cigarra, and with his pack across his back and the duffel bag slung over one shoulder he stepped in among the hellishly crowded front entrance - all while he scanned around past the first security checkpoint for where he might find a decent bite to eat.

This damn humidity had him jonesing for something cool and light.


@Killtec

 

[Killtec]

Crius checked his surroundings before entering the abandoned building. He'd masked his Force presence on the way here, so no one should've been suspicious of him. This specific building had the perfect view of his target, and was also out of the way but still in range. Unnoticed, he walked inside, closing the door quietly behind him. Crius ran up the stairwell, heading for the roof. Sniper in hand, he reached the top and walked quickly to the edge of the rooftop. There was a meter-high ledge that was probably for the safety of anyone that ran around up here, and he crouched behind it as he double-checked his gear for the umpteenth time.

Crius wore his usual armor and heathered white, armorweave cape, and carried his MSBR-10 marksman rifle on its sling over his shoulder. On his belt were extra clips for the rifle, his CMBP-12, as well as his usual assortment of grenades. Sheathed out of the way, but still easily accessible on his left side was his rapier, should the need for melee combat arise.

Crius popped up over the ledge, rifle shouldered and barely visible from the ground. He put his partner in the scope to watch his actions. As long as his partner did his part, Crius would have an easy time cleaning up.

 

[Slamdingo]

Death, taxes, and annoying waiting lines at the spaceport.

The constants of life.

Once he stated his nature as a bounty hunter, Essja was taken aside, and had to have his packs checked. Of course the poor security guard must have been new or unsure about things because he very nearly detained him for the explosives. Of course legal certificates and writings had him passed through after about forty minutes of explaining the same thing to about three different guards and their supervisor. He was finally waved through once his weapons were checked and he made it more and more apparent that he had places to be and money to earn. With his bags in tow he made his way away from the security check-in while scanning the store-fronts of the various vendors to judge by crowd just where he might get the best food.

Finally he settled for a decent-looking place with an attractive young lethan Twi'lek. Of course in his youth, Chaavla had made sure to cook them plenty of meals she had enjoyed growing up, so Essja quickly ordered a steaming bowl of rycrit stew with munch-fungus soaked in broth for a side. The wait was another ten minutes simply because of the crowd but soon enough he had set his bags down and made himself comfortable in a booth to enjoy his meal. As he ate he idly pulled out his datapad and sent a message to a "Dr. Caviezel' on his contacts list. A simple message letting the good doctor know that he'd stopped for a bite to eat and then was going to book passage with the earliest leaving tramp freighter that he could find in the port to make sure he got back to Concord Dawn in time for the medical appointment.

With his meal finished and message sent, Essja finished off the munch-fungus broth, and slung his backpack on his shoulder to leave the cafe.

Crowds were densely packed for the time of day considering that they were in a major city. People came and went from ships they had booked for passage either in advance or that same day, vendors pedaled whatever goods they hoped to sell, and the air was filled with the din of conversation and mass foot traffic. Essja had just slipped into the men's room and found himself when he retrieved his detonator and gave the trigger a squeeze. Not a moment later the lights flickered, the foundation shook, and the hunter was nearly thrown off his feet mid-stride from the force that shook the surrounding area. It felt like the building had been shaken to its very foundation and in those next few seconds after peoples' ears stopped ringing, the air was filled with a sudden silence. Nobody moved or spoke or did anything. Dust and smoke rolled out in thick heavy clouds into the halls. And then somebody started screaming, wailing even.

The whole spaceport came alive again but this time in a much different sense. Security guards who dotted the halls that had managed to recover from their stupor and not be caught in the blast where starting to yell into their radios as they ran about trying to get a grasp on the situation. The crowds became a panicked mess that ran this way or that, with some running into the smoking and debris-filled mess that was the site of the blast to see if anybody had survived. Essja listened through the door of the bathroom at the stampede of panic and alarm that rippled through the building. A dozen different voices screamed for somebody to call an ambulance or the police, the security guards were desperately trying to fall back onto their training and experience to get a handle on things, They were so focused rushing and running in one direction that nobody paid much attention to Essja as he slipped back out of the bathroom and started the other way at a healthy jog.

As security guards began to rush to evacuate, Essja slipped to one of the quickly emptying hallways, and tucked away into a maintenance hallway to slip away from the chaos and confusion of it all.


@Killtec

 

[Killtec]

Crius smiled inside as he got the message. It had been worth the patient, quiet wait. Retraining his scope on the largest door, he waited for the big bang.

When the bang came, there was a serenity that any Jedi would envy. Then there was chaos, chaos that only the Dark Side could bring. Crius watched the large exit with his Force Sight so he could see through the smoke. One large man, a very overweight Human that would likely make a good doorstop, was the first to go. People in their madness that only panic could produce climbed over the newly-made doorman in an adrenaline-fueled, terrorized feeling that brought out the worst in people in-the-moment. Crius would let them go, each one making it out a few meters before being struck down by a heavenly bolt of death through the thick, black smoke. He reloaded his MSBR-10, taking the time to throw an SA-38G into the thick cloud, propelled by the Force. The light may be blocked by the smoke, but light had a nasty habit of piercing through darkness. And sound. That awful, terrible sound would be inescapable if they didn't have some form of ear protection.

Soon, the first door he'd had his sights on was being left alone as the adrenaline settled down. So, he had no choice but to pick off people who rushed in to help, as only a small number of people had made it out without injury. Those poor do-gooders, scrambling in to offer help that would never completely make it there.

Crius reloaded again, concealed from the ground by a thick smoke barrier. These civilians were dropping like flies, and he loved every second of it.

 

[Slamdingo]

Essja moved at a jog as sirens began to blare and loudspeakers muffled by maintenance-way doors began to instruct civilians to try and, in a calm and orderly fashion, report to the nearest security station. The hall he had found himself in was surprisingly empty as the maintenance team was likely taking part in the evacuation or working to try and suppress possible damages from the blast from spreading to the rest of the facility. And like any sensible security team, Essja was willing to guess they had pulled back the bulk of their guards from presence patrols through places like this to provide more manpower securing key points of the facility. Like the one he was heading for: the fuel tanks that were placed under the landing pads to run fuel-lines up to waiting ships. They were usually surrounded by ferrocrete and designed to be resistant against attacks or blasts from the surface in the event of an invasion or air raid. They weren't usually the best designed against an inside agent.

Essja turned to the first flight of stairs going down that he came across just in time to find himself about to come into a pair of security guards coming up.

He didn't hesitate to grab the railing to either side and throw himself feet-first down the stairs into the lead guard's chest.

The human in question gave a surprised gasp of pain as he was flown back down half a flight of stairs to smack against the landing, while Essja himself had the pleasant experience of landing with a pack full of explosives and a carbine across his back against the stairs themselves. Really it was just prodigious years of training and pain tolerance that allowed him to keep control of himself as the Twi'lek guard loomed over him with a stun baton in hand. He swung it down for Essja but Essja kicked for his wrist to divert it into slamming down against the guard-rail of the stairs instead. Then the guard made to kick him in the rubs and the Jedi hunter just managed to stop the incoming blow by grabbing the man's ankle and pushing up hard to throw him off-balance. As he lost his footing and Essja rose up just as the Twi'lek's partner was scrambling to his feet again with his own stun baton in hand - ready to continue the fight.

Essja just managed to pull one of his own kage tonfas from his waist to bring it up where he could block what could have been a hell of a concussive overhead swing. Essja pushed back and sent human guard back a few steps across the small landing the three of them shared. A swing for the ribs was blocked by the stun baton, a swing for the legs kicked away, and the Ziost Brother had to act quickly to stop a swing for his own chest. But he found his opening as his Tonfa spun in his had to drive it forward. He hadn't set it to a full discharge as it pressed against the guard's chest, but the shock was more than enough to draw a pained gasp from the man before the second tonfa was drawn and brought across his head. He crumpled to the floor just as Essja turned back to his Twi'lek partner that was just now managing to get back to his feet - in time for a jab and shock to the neck. He hadn't even managed a scream before Essja's boot came swinging up into his face to finally take him out.

Those two guards were left unconscious on the stairwell as Essja continued downstairs and further into the maintenance halls to follow the signs that led him for the fuel tanks.


@Killtec

 

[Killtec]

Crius popped up again, the smoke cloud would get thin soon. For now, he fired more shots, taking down more civilians. He could see through the Force that there was quite a number still inside, and all relatively close together.

So, because he wanted to mess with them before he killed them, Crius tossed an MZ-99 grenade into the black cloud beneath him, guiding it with the Force into the center of the group of people. Remotely activating it, he watched with delight as the people were thrown to the floor, screaming in shock - some were in shock, screaming - as Crius added to the last chaotic moments of their lives. He quickly tapped his datapad into the security feed, just to make sure this was being recorded.

 

[Slamdingo]

Two guards were down and ass the hunter descended the stairs it didn't seem like either had managed to bark anything into the radio to raise an alarm in the meanwhile. Alarms were blaring and the sounds of panicked crowds and rushing security teams echoed through the maintenance halls from outside and overhead as Essja passed through halls that went under main halls of the spaceport just overhead. He didn't even need to radio his partner to know that he was surely raising all sorts of merry hell for the security and civilians upstairs to keep them distracted and away from him. Almost no security officers or maintenance workers were left downstairs to get in the hunter's way while he quickly scanned the signs he passed to find directions to where he wanted.

When he did find it, he found the heavy steel door to the fuel storage center was understandably locked. An emergency lock-down, he figured.

The fact that they'd locked it down was understandable bit still brought a frown to the hunter's lips as he fished his helmet from his pack, took a knee nearby, and began prepping his gear. Sound modulation was turned down, his visor was darkened, and he fished a pair of "Supernova" grenades from among his gear. Then he set to work withdrawing a block of explosives and carefully breaking it apart to mold and shape pieces of it at key points along the door: primarily its hinges and handle. The whole process of setting and wiring the ad hoc breaching charge took a few minutes by itself to be fully prepared. But in the end it went off with - for Essja - a muted pop that might have sounded like a deafening, echoing roar to those inside that produced a massive cloud of smoke an d debris to fill the doorway.

And of course Essja had wondered whether any security team members were stationed inside. Streaks of blaster fire through the smoke answered that.

Of course this wasn't his first rodeo, as they would say, and so he was already throwing in the grenades with impact detonation to fill that whole room with a brilliant and raucous confusion before he came through the door with his carbine up and ready. He could see four security guards when he first entered the room and quickly dropped each of them with two tightly grouped shots to the chest. He really must have made quite a sight with the strobe lights going off and the blaring wailing of the grenades because none of the guards managed to get another shot off before he'd dropped all of them and moved to the first of the fuel tanks he could find - kept in alcoves along either wall with pipes running from the storage to the pumps above on the landing docks. He shaped each block to blast up through the underside of each tank.

One. Then another. The third. Fourth. He didn't even hear the security guard, eyes shielded, slip from one of fuel alcoves further down and start to come up behind him. He barely even heard the man yell "Security, stop!" before the guard fired. The shot hit the back of Essja's armor and threw him down, with years of instinct and training working to make sure he twisted to land on his back, where he could rip one of his blaster pistols from its holster, and retaliate against the guard with a shot right to his neck.

The grenades stopped in time for Essja to hear the guard's body make a muffled thump against ferrocrete.

The hunter reduced the dampening of his sound and the tint of his visor before getting to his feet again with a groan and returning to his task at hand.

The fifth tank. Sixth. Seventh. He managed all the way to the twelfth tank uninterrupted and, with that task done, headed for the door opposite the one he'd blasted open to get in, and used the console on the inside to manually override its lock-down. No doubt some security control room in the facility had already been notified of the blasted open door and now the unlocked one, so Essja had every intent to turn this place into a fireball long before they could arrive to pin him down in it. The door opened up into another long and twisting maintenance tunnel that he took to running down at a good clip. Of course he couldn't know as he put more and more distance between himself and the fuel storage that an eight-strong security response team was stacking up on the door he'd blasted in.

They were all looking to one another one final time to check they were ready, while he found cover at a safe distance.

They throw in their own "Smackdown" grenades, as he fished his detonator for the charges out of his pocket.

They came sweeping into the room. He pressed the detonator.

Lights flickered and the whole foundation shook as the fuel went up. Landing pads that were close enough to almost be over the fuel buckled and gave way under weight of the ships atop them, fuel lines ignited along the courses they ran through the port, and the chaos and confusion was worsened ten-fold as a near-mushroom cloud rose up from the blast. The maintenance halls were flooded with smoke and dust enough that it drew Essja into a coughing fit and he reflexively kicked on his suit's internal life-support while he emerged from his alcove to start through the maintenance tunnels - they were starting to creak and groan and he was more than certain that they'd probably already collapsed in some places. Thankfully no such places were in his way as he found a stairway up and started to make his way to try and find the spaceport control tower.

Meanwhile, outside, the sounds of sirens from emergency services would grow audible to Crius.

Ambulances for the wounded. Firefighters for the damage.

Cops for the bomber and sniper.


@Killtec

 

[Andrewza]

Alarms sounded and the response was arriving but before they found the attack it would be over. That was the attackers plan probably but today they ran out of luck. Jake moved carefully there was no rush even with the explosions. Moving carefully his presence on the force conclead has he moved quietly down the stairs rifle at the ready. His fully combat gear and loadout on him. As he heard foot steps approaching he stoped and got ready. No sound left him as he breathing slowed and he got mentally ready.


@Slamdingo

 

[Killtec]

Alarms began to ring in the air alongside a much larger explosion as Crius ducked behind the ledge again. It was time to go. He put his second-to-last magazine in his MSBR-10, then opened his eyes for the first time since he'd started firing through the smoke. The stair to the ground floor were nice and short, making for a fast getaway. He slung his sniper, then drew his rapier with his right hand and held his pistol in the other. Checking for Force signatures outside his door, the coast was clear and he made his exit.

Crius kept to the back streets and alleyways as he made his way to the rendezvous point. He had no need to get caught up close, it wasn't his preferred style. The stairway out of where his comrade had blown up was where the two Brotherhood members were to meet. Silent as a ghost, Crius made his way there, masking his Force presence and watching out for the signatures of others. He was only a few hundred meters from the rendezvous point now, when he stopped behind a corner and saw there was a police speeder. It likely held only one cop, but Crius holstered his pistol and pulled out a SA-38G, setting it to the impact detonation setting with a slight flick of his thumb.

 

[Slamdingo]

Even running away from the scene of his crime, Essja wasn't so blind as to miss the back-lit silhouette waiting in the stairwell he'd planned to use for his escape upstairs. He came on quick and fast for whatever defender might be waiting for him - and he didn't even waste a shot. He activated his jump-jets with a simple toggle, but not for what one might have expected when facing whatever foolhardy but admirably brave guard waited on the stairs. He might have been able to clear the man in the stairwell to make it to the top, but the stairs themselves were side-set in the hall. That meant his options weren't only just through, over, or back the way he came. He also had the option of completely bypassing the other man. So since Essja was in no real mood to fight him, he kicked on the jets and 'strided' at a much faster speed than before clear down the hall.

As he made like a gazelle, it took a simple blink to activate his comms, "Crius: I scorched the diner and the fuel - but I think exfil might get difficult!"

He cut a corner and kept running to find another stairwell. At this point he could consider his mission complete. He didn't need to waste anymore time here.


@Killtec
@Andrewza

 

[Enuf]

"Shit! Fuck! Bitch! Shit! Motherfucker!" Giz was thrown around as the explosion rocked the nearby Diner. His eyes would widen, mostly in a pissed off manner instead of the pure shock value of the people being murdered his voice would shoot out in pure anger, "I LOVED THAT PLACE!" His hand would reach downwards to withdraw his B-8R Blaster Pistol, the thing being less bulky then the XPC-71 on his body. He wouldnt of choose his Elctrosword because this guy seems to enjoy shooting and blowing up people. He'd stumble once more as the Fuel Takes ruptured, watching the Space-Port explode in any other situation a glorious ball of flame. He then frowned as he watched the Ships and Landing pads collapse--taking everything with them Luckily for him, his Ship was sitting away from the Explosion

Giz continued his way through the many nooks and crannies of the city. His Blaster raised up by his head, he remained ever cautious. His HUD within his helmet flickering zero contact with his Ship. "Damn it...Comms are down." he frowned, knowing that they explosions must of interfered with his communication with S-3, his little Droid must be worried sick. He'd walk around the corner, not paying expecting to be staring at the back of the Armored Mans head "Shit.."

@Killtec

 

[Andrewza]

We have a runner Jake thought to him self as he forgo his stealth for speed. Bound down the stairs he reach the bottowm and saw his terrorist friend. Reaching out in the force he grabed the man through the force one hand out reached to help him focuse as he dropped the larg rifel and drew and fired a shot from his mercy stun pistol.By the time the FARB impacted with a clang Jake realsed his hold on the terrorist one stun bolt all ready on the way as Jake fired of 3 more in rapid succsetion.


"Your escape is not hard. It is imposbil. You dont stand a chance vs me so surrender."

 

[Slamdingo]

Its one of the laws of physics - laws of motion tend to stay in motion. The pull through the Force wasn't enough to stop the rapidly bounding Jedi hunter, though he'd certainly feel it slow him, and he tried to power through it right until his jets kicked out their last few seconds of the striding burst he'd been running on and suddenly he didn't have that helping him resist the Jedi's pull. He threw himself to the ground into a shoulder roll more on reflex to stop himself from tripping than for any incoming fire, but it was a thankful providence that he got low in time enough to dodge the shots from his pursuer's incoming fire - beams of Sunspear-esque stun-bolts coursing through the smoky hallway air only a few feet overhead. Of course Essja's recovery wasn't wholly graceful and he found himself spinning and on his back on what had been freshly polished floors. It was a turn in the hall and the subsequent wall that he met back-first which stopped him: feet to the Jedi, on his back on the ground, but mercifully unwounded.

However, while the minds behind the Mercy blaster had obviously been a kind-hearted sort, Harlaw Gray had designed his carbine with a much more lethal intent. The four shots Essja sent aimed roughly center-mass for the Jedi were all quite lethal in energy and intent. But Essja didn't linger to see if he had killed the man or not and instead scrambled to his feet and resumed running around the corner of the hall and towards the next nearest stairs he could find to put as much distance between he and his attacker as possible, whether he was a corpse now or not.


@Killtec

@Enuf
@Andrewza

 

[Killtec]

Crius raised an eyebrow at Essja's statement. "What do you mean by it will be difficult?" Several seconds passed, when suddenly Crius heard someone curse from behind him. A male, not much older than him from the sound of his voice. Odd, Crius thought, I didn't sense him coming. Turning slowly, Crius walked back into the alley, before speaking when he got to the corner. "No need to worry, I'm here on commission to help the police. Come out slowly, and with your hands up."

Crius held the SA-38G in his left hand, with his AFMs ready to tune out the noise. His right hand held his vibrorapier, the tip of the blade pointed up slightly. He used the Force to judge the man's size, using his Force Sight to peer around the corner and make note of what the man had on him. He could sense the nervousness, and any unnecessary tension Giz felt would hopefully be dispelled by his words and calming, trusting tone. Armor, XPC, B-8R, Electrosword... Jumpers? This could get interesting... If he ever has the chance to fight me. Gently, and before the man came around the corner, Crius pulled his headband down over his eyes. Relying wholly on his instinctual Force Sight for now, he would pose as a Miraluka bounty hunter, by the name of Ito Kai; a disguise he'd picked up after killing the real Ito.

 

[Enuf]

Giz would lower his blaster gently seeing the Man wasn't exactly who he was looking for, this would easily be felt. Though, his attentions didn't seem hostile towards the man he was hunting. He grips his blaster pistol with both hands walking down the alley-way. He didn't seem to mind the man ducking into another hallway. "Getting myself all turned around..." he glares up at the sky looking for the Control Tower. That was his North Star to find his way through this damned city. Giz realized, if he could find these people he might be able to make a quick credit to aid their escape, After-all he DID have the fastest ship in the Galaxy.

He wouldn't stop, he would continue walk in that direction unless intercepted or delayed

@Killtec

 

[Andrewza]

Drawing his lightsabre as hi fired the forth shot from the stun pistol he gave chase. The tumbling terrorist regained fast unleashing his own barrage of return fire. Very accurate of course that worked in Jakes favour since deflecting them was now childs play. Not even stoping his pursuit he closed much of the distance to his terrorists.

 

[Slamdingo]

Essja had cleared the corner and quickly focused in on the next set of stairs he could see while making what ground he could until the Jedi cleared the corner in kind. Thankfully the tunnels were long things not easily traversed in a few sprinting steps - which made his journey longer but also meant pursuits weren't quite in the territory of close combat at all times. The fact of the matter was that by going around the corner, and light being what it was, the bolts from his carbine didn't follow him. They met an empty section of floor and wall where he had been previously, only. And from there he found the next flight of stairs heading up and set his sights on it with the distant hum and glow of the Jedi's lightsaber through the smoke serving as an excellent motivator to move the fight to somewhere on his terms.

Of course coming down the stairs was a pair of firefighters - humanoid and clad in full gear. But they had quite an unexpected sight as Essja came barreling up the narrow stairway with fire at his heels. Both men cried out and flailed in a panic until they each fell down the remainder of the stairway. They'd land in a tumbling heap on the ground but, while neither party they were witnessing would likely take time for them, later the paramedics would deduce they were both fine save for some bruising and sore muscles. And would hesitate to go up the stairs when a pair of grenades came clattering down onto the steps tossed by Essja as he landed through the doorway. A 'Smackdown' to pulse and full the stairwell and a 'Supernova' to hopefully blind and deafen his pursuer as he started bolting through the first floor of the spaceport in search of an exit to the outside.



@Killtec
@Enuf

@Andrewza
-Note- The NPCs mentioned are in no way intended to affect the pursuit. It was done merely for flavor in my post, as it would feel silly that they'd be the only people down in the maintenance area amid all the confusion. That is literally all there is to them and you don't even need to make mention of them if you don't feel the desire to.

 

[Killtec]

Crius walked a bit faster than Giz, making it seem that his task was important. And it was, really, finding Essja so the pair could get out was the final task, but now Crius had to help him with his problem. Turning to Giz as the two walked for the battle, Crius spoke.

"I'm Ito. My partner has been... cornered, by what I'm sure is one of the attackers. I'm sure if you helped me get my partner out alive, and helped us take out the attacker, you'd get as many credits from my employer as I am getting; maybe if we did it quickly, you'd get a bonus." Crius used subtle hand gestures and a convincing undertone to assure Giz that his words were true. Rounding a corner, they were almost to the same place Essja and Jake were.

 

[Enuf]

His eyes would shift over to Ito as they continued to walk, his hand would slide his blaster into his holster before grabbing his rifle off his back---his voice would not speak louder then his "Credits are all I care about...." A Slick smile would form underneath his helmet He would round the corner with him, his eyes shifted onto "Ito" gently. "Lead the way. If you need a way off? I got the fastest ship in the Galaxy."

 

[Andrewza]

Jake rushed past the two fire fighters who haven just goten to there feet dived again for cover as he rushed past them and up the stairs.

Jake called out on his communicator
"Suspected on stair delta 7 i repeat terrorist escaping on delta 7" the corners and stair made get ting in range hard but with higher reflexs and agility Jake easily closed the the gap.